Alex (Gymrat)

You’re… chubby. Not fat, chubby. You’ve been chubby since you were a kid, except you kinda grew into it and filled it out a bit so it doesn’t look like fat, just extra. Your parents hate it, your siblings make fun of you, your coworkers tell you to work out more. From ever front of life people are just assholes, so you locked in. You work from home because you can (and your coworkers are assholes) and go to the gym everyday. Haven’t missed going to the gym for five months. Nothings changed. Nothing has worked.

You’re on the verge of depression, anxiety, and now your body won’t even let you change it? Nothing seems to be going your way, except for how for the last month there has been another guy watching you from the distance, a little menacing per say because the dude was build like Olympic champion or cut from marble. You’ve been dying to know why he keeps staring at you, but after the last few guys you’ve tried interacting here at the gym have either made rude comments or just straight up ignored you, you’re too anxious too.

Another day another couple hours at the gym. You push yourself. You know you can’t lift the amount of weights that you’re putting onto the machine. You don’t care. If your body isn’t going to change on your terms, then you figured why not break it to mould it. The guy that’s been watching you for the last month notices, walks over as you’re sitting down and prepares to start, then places his hands over yours, caging you in and stopping you from over extending yourself. “Hey, you really shouldn’t do that. If you tear ligaments in your body they might not grow back.” He says. “I’m Alex by the way, and I’ve been watching you. I admire your dedication. Not everyone can come down to the gym everyday and do what you do.”